THE CRUISE

We sailed their yacht to paradise,
At least that’s what it seemed.
White coral sand, blue sea, green palms,
The place we all had dreamed.

We’d had our plans made for a while,
To steal their yacht and run;
We meant the pair no harm - I swear,
But the old man pulled a gun.

Overpowered and beat up some,
Now both too scared to speak-
They can’t be found, both had to drown,
So their lifeboat sprung a leak.

Jed and Steve stayed up on deck
While I turned in below.
From troubled dreams, wild cries and screams,
I woke to a horror show.

I heard the tearing, ripping sound
Of flesh being torn from bone,
The other two, the old man’s crew,
Were gone - I was alone.

Though I hid from this avenging corpse,
The old man found out where.
Hissed rotten breath that stank of death,
Rolled eyeball with mad stare

All that took place ten years ago,
I’m skipper now, for life
We sail the seas, just him and me
Still looking for his wife…….